Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils

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Duan Yu and Zhong Ling fled from the Shennong Gang in a panic, hurrying towards the "Valley of Ten Thousand Calamities."
Duan Yu, lacking martial arts skills, wasn't as agile as Zhong Ling and stumbled frequently. Zhong Ling glanced back in the bright moonlight and couldn't help but chuckle.
She reached out and took Duan Yu's hand, whispering, "Look at how flustered you are. Once we cross that mountain, we'll reach the Valley of Ten Thousand Calamities." Duan
Yu, guided by that soft, delicate hand and inhaling the unique fragrance of the young woman beside him, felt a surge of excitement. They drew closer to the Valley of Ten Thousand Calamities, and faint lights began to appear on the dark mountainside.
Duan Yu couldn't help but ask, "Miss Zhong, are we almost there?" Zhong Ling turned around and gently waved her hand, whispering, "Keep your voice down. That's my sister Mu's training room. She's really fierce, and she seems to hate men. Let's sneak over and take a look."
Duan Yu muttered, "A fierce girl? She's just a shrew. What's so interesting about that?" Zhong Ling glared at him and said, "Sister Mu is a rare beauty in the world. How would you know? If you don't believe me, let's go take a look. But don't make a sound, or she'll find out." Duan Yu nodded and followed Zhong Ling quietly toward the training room.
The two quietly arrived at the training room. This two-zhang-square training room was built entirely of whole pieces of bluestone. The stone door in front was narrow, with a small window less than a foot square, covered only by a few wooden planks. The two quietly approached the window and peered through the gaps in the planks. What they saw made their eyes widen and their faces turn red.
Inside the stone house, under the glow of a pine oil lamp, stood a long-haired woman dressed in a thin, transparent black gauze dress. Her face was as radiant as the crescent moon, her exquisite features breathtakingly beautiful, though excessively pale, her thin lips also almost bloodless. She appeared utterly pitiful and delicate.
Even more alluring was the fact that beneath the sheer black dress, this heartbreakingly beautiful woman was completely naked, the thin black fabric further emphasizing her snow-white skin.
Duan Yu was horrified, a surge of heat coursing through his body, and his manhood began to stir.
The beautiful woman walked to a stone pillar in the corner of the house. Duan Yu saw that the pillar was entirely black, with a thick iron ring at the top, from which a leather rope was attached. From the middle of the pillar, a nearly foot-long, extremely thick, white object, resembling a male genitalia, protruded diagonally. The fabric was crystal clear, its surface smooth and white, like jade.
The woman approached, her wide, soft sleeves slowly rising to reveal a snow-white, lotus-root-like arm. She parted her transparent black gauze skirt, revealing her fair and delicate body.
Beneath her smooth, white shoulders, two full, rounded breasts rose, each with a delicate pink nipple. Below her smooth, firm abdomen, sparse, soft pubic hair was visible. A pink cleft was faintly discernible
amidst the pubic hair, and her long, slender legs shimmered with a velvety sheen. Duan Yu's heart surged with emotion; he held his breath, determined to continue watching.
At this moment, the woman in black reached out and grabbed the leather cord on the iron ring. Her slender waist arched back slightly, and one of her beautiful, long, pink legs rose, hooking its rounded calf around the stone pillar. Her other leg, with its toes slightly raised, gripped the stamen that resembled a man's thick phallus.
She pressed down with her high, firm buttocks, and the stamen slowly slid into her pink, tender cleft.
Soon, the nearly foot-long stamen was fully inserted into her secret place. A blush began to rise on the beautiful woman's pale, somewhat cold cheeks, and a trembling moan escaped her thin, cherry-red lips. Seeing this, Duan Yu was already burning with lust; his member was already unusually thick and hard as a rock.
His penis bulged high in his trousers. Although Zhong Ling only had a superficial understanding of matters between men and women, seeing such a spring scene and hearing Mu Wanqing's captivating moans, she couldn't help but feel her body heat up and her breathing quicken. Just as she was becoming unbearable, Zhong Ling felt something hard pressing against her buttocks from behind, and a breath of hot air sprayed onto her neck.
It turned out that Duan Yu was truly insatiable at this moment. He couldn't help but lean closer to Zhong Ling, his erect and hard penis pressed tightly against her high and round buttocks. Although their lower limbs were separated by their clothes, he could still feel the firmness and elasticity of Zhong Ling's high buttocks.
At this moment, Zhong Ling was afraid that Mu Wanqing in the room would notice, so she didn't dare to turn around and scold Duan Yu. She could only tighten her slender waist and lean her buttocks forward.
Unexpectedly, Duan Yu leaned forward as if following her shadow, his legs clamping down on hers, bringing their lower bodies firmly together.
Zhong Ling felt a tingling, itchy sensation all over her body from the hard object pressing against her buttocks, her beautiful face flushed. She tried to press her body against the wall of the stone house, but she couldn't escape Duan Yu's hard body.
Inside the stone house, Mu Wanqing was also practicing diligently. The stalagmite that had entered her body was actually a rare jade, a piece of ancient jade sought by a martial artist on a remote island in the South China Sea many years ago.
This jade was pure white and flawless, soft and smooth to the touch. Even more strangely, its shape resembled a man's genitals. If a woman practicing martial arts had intercourse with it, the ancient jade would exude heat and a pale yellow fluid, greatly benefiting a woman's yin energy and enhancing the practitioner's internal energy, thus increasing their power.
Qin Hongmian, Mu Wanqing's mother, unexpectedly obtained this strange object and urged her daughter to intensify her cultivation.
Mu Wanqing stretched out her two slender arms, her hands tightly gripping the leather rope hanging from the iron ring. Her long, fair legs were also tightly wrapped around the dark stone pillar, her entire body suspended in mid-air. Her round, firm buttocks swayed with her slender waist like a willow in the spring breeze, and the ancient jade entered and exited her lower body as if engaging in intercourse.
With each entry and exit of the ancient jade, she couldn't help but let out soft moans. With her soft moans and panting, her slender waist twisted even more vigorously.
Duan Yu, watching this, could no longer restrain himself. One of his hands had already deftly unbuckled his belt, and as his trousers slid down his thighs, his long-awaited penis finally sprang out.
He gently lifted Zhong Ling's light green dress, revealing slender feet clad in midriff-high deerskin boots, above which were a pair of beautifully rounded legs, like carved jade. He leaned forward, the head of his penis pressed tightly against Zhong Ling's firm, silk-pantyed buttocks.
Zhong Ling nearly screamed in fright. She could clearly feel the heat and force of Duan Yu's thick penis, and her heart raced instantly. A surge of heat coursed through her body, and the tingling sensation in her lower body intensified.
She hoped Duan Yu wouldn't take any further action; otherwise, she truly wouldn't be able to control herself. Yet, she also seemed to crave a touch of caress from Duan Yu. Duan Yu showed no sign of stopping.
Seeing that Zhong Ling showed no intention of refusing or avoiding him, he didn't hesitate. His hand, lifting her long skirt, brazenly tugged at her silk undergarments, while his other hand reached forward, pressing against her slightly protruding breasts through her thin clothing.
Zhong Ling hurriedly tried to push Duan Yu's restless hand away, but she immediately felt a heat in her lower body. She didn't know when, but Duan Yu's hot, thick, throbbing penis was already pressed vividly between her buttocks. The heat of their bodies touching sent shivers down her spine.
Inhaling the delicate fragrance of Zhong Ling's youthful body, Duan Yu couldn't help but whisper in her ear, "Good sister, I really can't resist, please have pity on me..."
Zhong Ling dared not utter a sound. She only subconsciously shook her head, feeling the burning hot penis thrusting straight into her tightly closed legs like a tongue of fire.
Her sacred place was already sticky and slippery. One hand supported her against the stone wall, her lips pressed tightly against the back of her hand as she breathed heavily. She realized that she seemed to have given up resisting. Her legs began to loosen, and the tip of Duan Yu's penis was already touching her tender, wet, trembling labia.
At this moment, Mu Wanqing in the stone house was even more aroused. Her beautiful, round buttocks were thrusting vigorously towards the stalagmite. With each thrust of her hips, the stalagmite was fully inserted into her peach blossom flesh. This brought out the clear, sticky sexual fluid from her body, and she began to moan with pleasure. "Ah...oh...oh ah..."
Amidst the soft, seductive sounds emanating from the stone house, Zhong Ling couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Duan Yu's penis had already parted her moist, soft labia, forcefully penetrating her tender flesh.
Duan Yu's lips pressed against Zhong Ling's beautifully curved, snow-white neck, gently kissing her smooth, soft skin. His hands, which were wrapped around Zhong Ling's chest, slid inside the neckline of her short dress, wantonly kneading Zhong Ling's firm, youthful breasts.
His other hand casually caressed her round, straight legs. Duan Yu's waist began to thrust back and forth, his penis beginning to violently pound into Zhong Ling's tender vulva.
As Duan Yu's penis thrust in and out, Zhong Ling's initial throbbing pain gradually turned into a tingling numbness in her vagina. Unconsciously, she slowly parted her beautiful legs, her lower abdomen leaning slightly forward. This caused her already high, fleshy buttocks to stick out further, welcoming the insertion of Duan Yu's penis.
With each tingling, tingling pleasure, her thin red lips emitted soft, lingering moans. "Ah...oh...um..."
Inside the room, Mu Wanqing's cultivation of Yin energy had reached a crucial point. The stalagmite deep inside her, soaked in her vaginal fluids, became increasingly hot, and the stalagmite itself was glistening with her own fluids.
She lowered her rounded buttocks more forcefully, the frequency increasing, her snow-white buttocks striking the dark stone pillar with a crisp "smack...smack..." sound, leaving behind patches of glistening, sticky fluid at the points of impact.
Her slender waist arched, her pretty face tilted back, her dark hair swaying and trembling, and a pleasurable moan escaped from her slightly parted lips.
"Ah...oh...ah oh..."
"Ah...ah..." Outside the stone house, Zhong Ling was also moaning. She was also enjoying the pleasure brought to her by that thick, hard rod, except that it was a real man's penis.
Duan Yu straightened his upper body, using his waist and abdomen to work hard, his penis thrusting quickly and powerfully in and out of Zhong Ling's tender, wet vagina, the hard, thick edges of his glans scraping against the slippery flesh. And Zhong Ling's tight vagina contracted and enveloped his entire penis.
As he savored the tingling massage, he glanced up at the alluring young woman's passionate performance in the stone house, as if that beautiful and charming girl were also engaging in intercourse with him. Duan Yu couldn't help but quicken his thrusts. At this moment, Zhong Ling's vagina was overflowing with lustful fluids from the thrusting of Duan Yu's thick penis, the rounded glans deeply and powerfully pounding against her tender uterus.
She seemed to be releasing the pent-up lust within her body, and Zhong Ling couldn't help but thrust her round, snow-white, firm buttocks back to welcome the thick and magnificent penis into her.
"Ah... harder... oh oh..." Zhong Ling moaned passionately, the penis inside her relentlessly hammering against her tender flesh and uterus like a steel drill.
Duan Yu's entire penis was deeply inserted into Zhong Ling's tight, fleshy orifice, tightly enveloped and rubbed by the convex, granular walls of her vagina. His hands gripped Zhong Ling's slender waist tightly, his own hips taut, thrusting deeply and withdrawing shallowly. His thighs slammed powerfully against Zhong Ling's snow-white, round buttocks, producing a "slap...slap...slap" sound.
Under Duan Yu's firm thrusting, Zhong Ling was tormented by this passion, her face pale. She felt waves of trembling rising from the depths of her vagina, a powerful surge of heat suddenly erupting from her uterus.
Hot, viscous fluid gushed from the inner walls of her cervix, instantly scalding Duan Yu's almost bursting glans. Duan Yu was also tingled by this heat, his handsome face tilting back, panting heavily as he groaned. His waist thrust forward violently, feeling a soreness in his lower back and his thighs straightening, a powerful surge of heat gushing from his glans.
"Ah...oh...ah..." The two couldn't help but groan simultaneously. Just then, a sharp shout came from inside the stone house: "Who's out there..."
Zhong Ling was startled and turned to Duan Yu, panting, "It's all...it's all your fault, you idiot...run away, or Sister Mu will be dead if she sees you..." Duan Yu was also terrified and at a loss for what to do. He hurriedly pulled up his trousers and turned to run, but then suddenly turned back, opened his arms, and hugged Zhong Ling, kissing her delicate lips.
"Good sister, I'll come back for you..." Duan Yu ran down the mountain, and because it was dark and his trousers weren't fastened properly, he inevitably tripped and fell a couple of times. Seeing this, Zhong Ling couldn't help but chuckle.
Duan Yu frantically ran towards another hill, but after running for a while, he suddenly heard a sharp shriek from behind, "Hey kid up ahead, stop right there, young lady..." Duan Yu was terrified, thinking: Stop! If I stop, will I even survive?...
Duan Yu had no choice but to run faster into the dense forest, but the pursuers were getting closer and closer. Duan Yu thought: Oh no, this is bad... He quickened his pace, focusing only on reaching the mountain peak. But when he finally reached the summit, he found there was no way forward.
Before him was a precipice. Looking down, he gasped. Below, he saw a dark, seemingly still pool of water, but the cliff top was extremely high above the water. As Duan Yu hesitated, he saw the leaves rustling on the mountainside and heard Mu Wanqing's scolding voice, "You damned devil, where do you think you're going... I'll skin you alive!" Duan Yu was terrified. He steeled his resolve, thinking, "Death is better than being skinned alive." With that thought, he turned and leaped down. He heard a shrill cry behind him, "No..." It was Zhong Ling's voice. Halfway up, Duan Yu thought to himself, "This little girl is truly loyal."
Chapter Two (A Winding Path Leads to a Secluded Spot)
On the precipice, Mu Wanqing and Zhong Ling approached the edge. Zhong Ling felt a lump in her throat, tears streaming down her face. She cried, "Duan Lang...you...why did you jump down?" Mu Wanqing snorted softly, "Consider yourself lucky. Why are you crying? How dare you bring that brat to peep at me practicing my martial arts! And you two did such a shameful thing!"
Zhong Ling cried, "It's all your fault! Why did you have to be so ruthless...Duan Lang...what did he do wrong? If anyone's to blame, it's me. I brought him here. Why didn't you kill me too..." "Hmph...what's so good about that brat that you're so protective of him? Come back with me, and be careful. If this happens again, I'll tell your mother." With that, she pulled Zhong Ling down the mountain.
Duan Yu leaped off the deep cliff. He heard the wind whistling past his ears, closed his eyes tightly, and soon landed in the pool of water in the deep valley. He felt his body completely submerged in the water, the chill running through him. Luckily, he was born in Yunnan and had been a strong swimmer since childhood. He quickly held his breath, gently waving his arms to float to the surface.
When he surfaced, he saw dark, jagged rocks not far away. He hurriedly swam over, climbed onto the rocks, and gasped for breath.
After resting for a while, he looked around. He saw sheer cliffs all around, some hundreds of feet high, with flowing water and round, massive boulders. Seeing this, he was terrified. Thank goodness he had fallen into the pool; otherwise, he would have been skinned alive or turned into a meat pie. By then, dawn was breaking.
Duan Yu thought to himself, "I need to find a hiding place, otherwise, if that wicked woman comes looking for me again, it'll be troublesome." Although that was his thought, he still hoped to see that "wicked woman" again someday, after all, that girl had robbed him of his soul.
Duan Yu searched along the bank of the pool, searching for a long time until it was already broad daylight. Finding nothing, he leaned against a protruding rock on the smooth stone wall. Just as he pressed himself down, a loud "creaking" sound came from behind him, startling him so much he jumped up.
Turning around, he saw a stone door slowly opening beside the rock wall he had leaned against. Duan Yu composed himself; it was pitch black beyond the stone door, and there seemed to be steps leading up to it. His heart pounded wildly, and he thought he might as well go down and take a look.
Duan Yu entered the stone door, feeling completely isolated, and could only slowly grope his way forward. He stumbled down the stone steps, his steps uneven, and after a while, his fingers suddenly touched something cold. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was a door knocker. His heart leaped with joy; a knocker meant the entrance was ahead.
He reached out and touched it—it was indeed a door. He pushed hard, and the door slowly opened. A sudden burst
of light filled his vision. The light came from the left. Stepping inside, he found himself in a large hall. In the light was a huge, transparent crystal, forming a window shape. Schools of fish swam past outside. He was initially startled, then realized this cave was built at the bottom of a pool.
Continuing forward, he saw giant crystal windows everywhere on the cave walls, the passageway deep and winding. After walking for a while, another stone door appeared ahead. He pushed it open, and suddenly everything blurred before his eyes. He cried out in surprise, "Ouch!" A beautiful woman in palace attire appeared before him, holding a long sword, the tip pointed directly at his chest. After a long while, the woman remained motionless. Upon closer inspection, he realized that although she possessed exquisite beauty, she did not seem to be alive. Looking more closely, he understood it was a life-sized jade statue carved from white jade.
The statue was draped in a pale yellow silk robe, and the white jade's texture on its face faintly revealed a rosy hue, making it indistinguishable from human skin. The statue's eyes also seemed to shimmer with a subtle light. At this moment, Duan Yu was mesmerized, as if bewitched. He couldn't help but reach out to touch the statue's limbs, instinctively feeling their warmth and smoothness, like a virgin's skin.
He looked down and saw that the stone statue was wearing embroidered shoes. In front of the statue was a large prayer cushion, seemingly for kneeling and worshipping. Duan Yu couldn't help but kneel down. Suddenly, he noticed a line of small characters engraved on the stone brick at the statue's feet: "Kowtowing a thousand times, serving my commands, obeying my orders, even unto death." Duan Yu was already enamored with the beautiful stone statue before him, so he respectfully began to kowtow. After finally managing to kowtow a thousand times, he felt his whole body aching, his legs sore, and his lower body numb. Just as he was about to rest, he noticed a hole in the front of the prayer cushion where he had kowtowed. From the hole, a yellow silk bundle was visible. Overjoyed, he quickly took out the bundle and opened it.
Inside was a small piece of parchment and a booklet. On the parchment, a map was hand-drawn with a fine brush. Duan Yu examined it closely and saw that it depicted the entire cave. Delighted, Duan Yu followed the map and walked deeper into the cave. Before long, they arrived at another stone chamber, where they were immediately struck by its dazzling brilliance. The walls of the entire chamber were inlaid with sparkling crystals and gemstones.
In the center of the chamber was a large stone bed, upon which rested a massive crystal coffin. Duan Yu stepped forward, brushed away the dust from the crystal coffin, and opened the lid, only to be utterly astonished
. Inside the large crystal coffin lay a completely naked young woman. Her skin was as white as snow, her figure as graceful as a virgin's, and her serene face shone like the stars and moon, her beauty breathtaking. Her breasts were full and firm.
Below her firm and smooth abdomen, the area below her abdomen was a pristine white, hairless vulva, and even the cleft between her labia was pink. Upon seeing this, Duan Yu's breath quickened, his blood surged, and his penis unconsciously hardened within his trousers.
He looked closely and found that the girl in the coffin looked remarkably like the stone statue outside. He couldn't help but exclaim in his heart: "This woman is truly like a celestial maiden descended to earth, her beauty as shameful as flowers and as eclipsing the moon, rivaling the stars and the moon in brilliance.
" Suddenly, he remembered the booklet in his hand, opened it, and was shocked again. The booklet contained a set of footwork and internal energy cultivation techniques, written in delicate small characters. Upon seeing the internal energy cultivation techniques, he noticed hand-drawn illustrations. A closer look at the annotations revealed that he needed to have intercourse with the girl in the coffin to practice the techniques.
Duan Yu was extremely surprised. To have intercourse with that celestial maiden was truly a pipe dream; how could one have intercourse with a dead person? He couldn't resist trying anyway. He saw a pool of clear water with slightly rising steam on the right side of the coffin, so he simply stripped off all his clothes and waded into the water to wash away the filth.
Duan Yu walked to the crystal coffin again. The coffin was enormous, easily large enough to accommodate two people. He leaped inside, lying close beside the girl within. He inhaled the rich, musky fragrance emanating from her and the coffin, and was instantly captivated. He gazed at her exquisitely beautiful face, seemingly asleep.
Unconsciously, Duan Yu's penis hardened again, standing erect. Unexpectedly, this change caused the glans to touch the woman's smooth, rounded thighs. Duan Yu felt that although the woman's body was cold and lifeless, her skin was as soft and elastic as a real person's.
A sense of relief washed over him; he wondered if there were some preservatives inside the coffin or the woman's body that had prevented her from decaying. He couldn't help but muster his courage and reach out to grasp the high, full breasts of the beautiful female corpse. They felt soft yet firm, like the rounded shape of a young girl's breasts. Only, they lacked the warmth of a living person.
Duan Yu leaned forward, his hands roaming over the beautiful, ethereal corpse. His erection was even larger and harder than before.
He unconsciously recalled seeing Mu Wanqing's delicate and alluring body the previous night, and then thought of Zhong Ling's fresh, smooth vulva. Before he knew it, Duan Yu was pressed against the female corpse. He parted her cool but straight and slender legs, his penis pressed against her soft, pink labia. He moved his hips, his penis gently rubbing against her labia.
Of course, the female corpse wouldn't react, but Duan Yu was still completely captivated. He lowered his head and kissed her slightly rosy, thin lips. The taste was cool and subtly fragrant. With one hand, he vigorously kneaded her full, protruding breasts, while the other hand gripped his already throbbing penis, thrusting it deep into her vulva.
He felt that while her vagina was also cool, it was as tight as a virgin's, firmly enveloping his large, thick penis. Duan Yu thrust his hips down, pushing his entire penis inside. At that moment, he couldn't help but groan with pleasure.
Although the female corpse's vagina was quite dry, the walls of her vagina and the uterus deep within were as soft and tender as a living person's. Duan Yu, seeking only pleasure, had long forgotten that he was beneath a corpse. His strong, powerful buttocks pressed mechanically, his penis thrusting in and out of the female corpse's vagina.
As drops of vaginal fluid seeped from the head of his penis, it slowly began to lubricate the corpse's vulva. Simultaneously, with their skin pressed together, the corpse's body was no longer as cold as before. Duan Yu lifted one of the corpse's smooth, soft legs and placed it on his shoulder, his hands frantically kneading the pair of snow-white, proud breasts before him. His hips thrust even harder.
Gradually, the vaginal walls, slowly becoming slippery from his bodily fluids, rubbed and squeezed against Duan Yu's thick penis. Duan Yu felt his penis being constantly scraped and rubbed against, and he could feel a surge of heat rushing through his chest and abdomen to his genitals. Almost frantically, he lowered his head and opened his mouth to suckle the corpse's proud, round breasts, his breath hot as he exhaled through his nose.
Duan Yu thrust his waist wildly dozens of times, feeling an unbearable soreness, numbness, and swelling in his waist. His buttocks trembled violently, and streams of semen gushed out from the head of his penis with a "plop..." Duan Yu's body trembled and he thrust a few more times before collapsing onto the female corpse and falling into a deep sleep.
He didn't know when, but Duan Yu slowly awoke. Looking at the delicate and lifelike face of the female corpse, he couldn't help but feel remorse: his intercourse with the fairy sister was only for the purpose of practicing martial arts, yet he had been so lewd and indulgent—truly a sin! He hurriedly scrambled off the corpse, only to see the filth he had ejaculated slowly flowing from the entrance of her delicate peach blossom garden. His remorse deepened.
He thought of the nearby pool, quickly wrapped his arms around the corpse's body, and stepped into the pool. He held the corpse against his body and began to carefully wash away the filth from her body.
To his surprise, after soaking in the hot spring, the corpse's pale skin regained a touch of color, her body became even smoother and softer, and even the faint fragrance of orchid and musk gradually intensified.
Duan Yu's penis involuntarily became hard and large again. Fearing he wouldn't be able to resist the temptation, he hurriedly dried the female corpse and placed her back in the crystal coffin. He then opened the booklet and began to read it carefully.
Duan Yu began practicing the complex footwork and erotic techniques according to the booklet's instructions. He once again inserted his thick, large penis into the female corpse's vagina, this time practicing according to the diagrams in the booklet.
Time passed unnoticed. Besides practicing the "Lingbo Weibu" (a martial arts technique), he spent his free time wandering around the fairy's abode. However, each time he practiced internal energy cultivation with the fairy sister, he couldn't help but indulge in unrestrained lust afterward. Duan Yu
practiced like this for a long time, losing track of how long he had been there. He thought he should go out to see Zhong Ling and then return to Yunnan to see his parents; they must be very worried about him after he had been away for so many days. But when he saw the fairy sister lying in the coffin, he couldn't move an inch.
Having spent these days with the fairy maiden, his feelings for her had deepened. He picked up her celestial body, intending to bathe her once more.
He respectfully carried the exquisitely beautiful corpse into the pool, straddling her waist, and carefully washed her still tender and smooth skin with his hands.
His fingers lingered lovingly over her body, his heart still pounding. A surge of desire rose within him, his penis unusually large and hard. Seeing the clear droplets of water clinging to her rosy lips, making them appear even more alluring, Duan Yu could no longer restrain himself. He opened his mouth and kissed her delicate lips, sucking and savoring them.
With one hand, he lifted the fairy-like woman's beautifully curved, firm buttocks, placing her delicate, petal-like labia directly against the tip of his proudly erect penis. His palm pressed down on her slender waist, and with a "plop," his penis slid fully into that long-desired fleshy opening.
Duan Yu used one hand to push against her smooth, soft waist, while the other hand grasped and kneaded her slightly trembling, seemingly alive, full and round breasts.
Holding the fairy-like woman's body, Duan Yu began to passionately copulate, intoxicated by the pleasure of the soft flesh of her opening rubbing against his magnificent penis. In the depths of passion, he couldn't help but moan softly.
He wrapped his arms around the fairy sister's round, high buttocks, pressing them forcefully against his penis. His lips had already moved to kiss her full breasts, which swayed up and down with the intense movements... Duan Yu reluctantly followed the map in the stone cave and walked out through another exit. Looking at the slightly slanted sunlight outside the mountains, warm and comfortable on his skin, he was filled with emotion. He couldn't help but secretly resolve to come and visit the fairy sister more often in the future. He looked at the surrounding mountains, found the path, and headed towards Wuliang Mountain.
After traveling for two hours, they arrived at the main road at the foot of the mountain. Suddenly, they heard the sound of galloping hooves from afar. Turning around, they saw a monk and a layman riding two black horses galloping towards them. As they drew nearer, the layman on horseback looked very familiar. The man was dressed as a scholar. Duan Yu happily called out, "Brother Zhu, where have you been..."
The scholar was also very happy to see Duan Yu and laughed heartily, "Young Prince, I never expected to meet you here. The entire Prince's mansion has been searching for you." This man was none other than Zhu Danchen, a trusted subordinate of the Prince of Zhennan. The
two men stopped their horses and dismounted to greet Duan Yu. Zhu Danchen introduced the monk beside him to Duan Yu, "This young master is Master Xuzhu from Shaolin Temple. He brought a letter from the abbot of Shaolin to present to the Prince of Zhennan. Young Prince, let's return to Yunnan together." Duan Yu had been a devout Buddhist since childhood, and he quickly bowed to Xuzhu. Hearing Zhu Danchen's words, he nodded, and the three of them mounted their horses again and rode south.
Several days later, the three arrived at the outskirts of Dali. Duan Yu, on horseback, pointed ahead and said, "Brother Zhu, the Jade Void Temple is just ahead. Why don't we invite my mother to come back to Dali together?" Zhu Danchen smiled and said, "It would be even better if we could invite the Princess back."
The three traveled four or five miles before arriving at a temple. A plaque above the gate read "Jade Void Temple." The three dismounted, knocked on the temple gate, and went straight to the back hall. From a blue-tiled meditation room in the back courtyard emerged a figure. The three were immediately struck by her beauty. A
Taoist nun in green robes stood before them. Her hair was styled in a bun, her long, dark hair glossy like black clouds. Her eyebrows were like crescent moons, her almond eyes smiled, and beneath her high, delicate nose, her thin, red lips were slightly upturned. Her long, curved neck had skin as white and flawless as mutton fat. Xu Zhu, looking at this incomparably beautiful nun, felt his heart pounding and hurriedly lowered his head.
They heard Duan Yu call out, "Mother... how have you been lately?" This woman was none other than Princess Dao Baifeng of Zhennan.
Upon hearing the purpose of Duan Yu and the others' visit, Dao Baifeng sighed softly and nodded, saying, "Alright, I'm not doing this out of respect for your father."
Duan Yu nodded with a grin. The four of them mounted their horses and arrived at the Zhennan Prince's Mansion in Dali City. Xu Zhu accompanied the three into the mansion, arriving at the inner courtyard. The mansion boasted winding corridors and imposing palaces, truly a magnificent sight. After walking for a long time, the four arrived at the gate of a palace. Suddenly, they heard a woman laughing sweetly from inside:
"Duan Lang, would you like to help me draw my eyebrows...?"
A man chuckled and said, "That would be wonderful."
Duan Yu and Zhu Danchen looked embarrassed upon hearing this, while Princess Dao Baifeng was already furious, her pretty face turning pale. She snorted angrily, turned around, and leaped away. Duan Yu was in agony, anxious and helpless. Seeing this, Xu Zhu gently said, "Don't worry, Benefactor Duan, this humble monk will go and bring back the Princess." Duan Yu quickly thanked him, "Thank you for your trouble, Master." Xu Zhu hurriedly chased after her, and when he reached the gate of the palace, he saw Dao Baifeng already mounted her horse and galloping out of the city. He immediately mounted his horse and followed her. The two rode one after the other for nearly an hour, heading straight for the back mountain of Yuxu Temple. Dao Baifeng dismounted and turned around, saying, "Hey monk, why aren't you chasing me from the Prince's residence?" Xu Zhu hurriedly dismounted and clasped his hands together, saying, "This humble monk only wanted to persuade the Princess to return to the residence; I had no other intentions." Dao Baifeng's pretty face was frosty, and she said angrily, "What good are men anyway? You're such a busybody! Fine..." Before she finished speaking, she reached out and struck Xu Zhu's pressure point on the waist, grabbed his monk's robe and belt, and rushed up the back mountain.
Xu Zhu hadn't expected the Princess to be so skilled in martial arts, moving with lightning speed and capturing him in an instant.
He was carried by Dao Baifeng for about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea before arriving at a small wooden house in a mountain valley. Dao Baifeng pushed open the door and entered. Although the furnishings inside were simple, they were spotless. It must be the Princess's place of cultivation.
Dao Baifeng placed him in a chair, then walked to the window, lost in thought. Xu Zhu gazed at the princess's profile; her dignified and delicate features were enough to captivate any man. Tears welled in her almond-shaped eyes, and a soft sigh escaped her thin lips, a sigh that evoked pity and sorrow.
Xu Zhu watched as her delicate shoulders framed her slightly heaving breasts, and the faint fragrance of orchids emanating from her body stirred his heart. He was completely mesmerized.
Dao Baifeng gently wiped away her tears and turned to look at him. Seeing Xu Zhu staring intently at her, she blushed. Her face flushed, like a spring breeze, like a blooming peach blossom. Xu Zhu's heart stirred, and his desire surged uncontrollably. Beneath his wide monk's robes, his erection throbbed and rose.
Dao Baifeng, thinking of Duan Zhengchun's betrayal, felt utterly resentful. Glancing sideways, she noticed the monk's robe bulging slightly below Xuzhu's waist, revealing what it was. This monk had actually developed lust for her! Her heart pounded with anger, but then she thought, Duan Zhengchun had betrayed her first; she would exact her revenge on this monk. With
her resolve firm, she approached Xuzhu and softly asked, "Little Master, what's your name?" Hearing the beautiful woman's question, Xuzhu felt a sweet fragrance wafting towards him. He stammered, "This humble monk... Xuzhu." "Oh... so it's Master Xuzhu. Thank you for going to the trouble of chasing after me from Dali. I truly misunderstood you earlier." Dao Baifeng's words were gentle and tender, sounding to Xuzhu like the sweet chirping of a nightingale. He felt a surge of heat, and his face flushed.
Seeing his lustful impulses, which caused his monk's robe to bulge even higher at the waist, Dao Baifeng thought with even more disdain: "Hmph.
Are there really any good men in this world? Even this monk is so lustful." But her stunningly beautiful face radiated even more passion, her eyes sparkling. She slowly walked behind Xu Zhu, placing her delicate, white, boneless hands on his shoulders.
Xu Zhu shuddered, his heart feeling as if struck by a heavy object. His pressure points were sealed, rendering him unable to move his head. He could only stare intently at the translucent, jade-like fingers on his neck, wishing he could immediately kiss those beautiful, white hands, as if carved from jade.
Dao Baifeng's hands gradually slid to Xu Zhu's face, her smooth, fragrant fingers gently tracing the contours of his broad chin. Xu Zhu's blood surged, his breathing became labored, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his bald head. He stammered, "Your Highness...you...what are you doing..." Xu Zhu only saw a flash of green before his eyes. Dao Baifeng's right hand was around his neck, her slender, graceful body now straddling his waist, her eyes sparkling with desire, a smile playing on her lips as she looked at him. The moment Xu Zhu's eyes met Dao Baifeng's, he immediately closed them in fright. "What? Little Master Xu Zhu, don't you want to look at me?" Their faces were less than a foot apart. Dao Baifeng's breath, warm and sweet, brushed against Xu Zhu's face. Her hot, soft body pressed against his churning abdomen, and Xu Zhu inwardly groaned, his manhood throbbing with desire.
Sitting on Xu Zhu's waist, Dao Baifeng felt the heat and awe emanating from the high bulge in his lower abdomen. That towering, hard member pressed tightly against the edge of her thigh, trembling slightly with heat.
Her heart couldn't help but flutter: this little monk's genitals were so well-developed, truly a masterpiece among men.
Driven by her desire, Dao Baifeng's delicate and charming face pressed against Xu Zhu's rough, sweat-soaked face, gently rubbing it. Her beautiful, fragrant lips moved slowly against Xu Zhu's thick nose, and a sweet, alluring voice emanated from between her pearly teeth and red lips: "Little Master Xu Zhu, don't you like me a lot? Why don't you want to look at me? Do you hate this old woman...?"
Xu Zhu's chest and abdomen surged with qi and blood, and he was already drenched in sweat. He felt Dao Baifeng's smooth, flawless cheek rubbing against his face, inhaling the sweet fragrance emanating from her cherry lips. When he heard Dao Baifeng's last few words, filled with resentment and sorrow, he could no longer... Unable to hold back, he opened his eyes and gasped, "No...no...how could this humble monk dare to dislike or belittle the Princess? You...you..." Hearing his hurried reply, Dao Baifeng knew that this man truly loved her. Her arms around Xuzhu's neck tightened, and she gently bit Xuzhu's thick lower lip with her pearly white teeth, replying charmingly, "Am I very old...no one would like an old woman anymore..." Xuzhu replied, panting heavily, "How could I be an old woman...the Princess is of noble birth, she is...she is a living Bodhisattva..." As soon as Xuzhu finished speaking, he felt a sharp pain in his ribs; Dao Baifeng had released his pressure points.
Hearing Xu Zhu's sincere praise, Dao Baifeng was overjoyed. She released Xu Zhu's pressure points and gently sucked on his thick lower lip with her thin, soft, and moist lips, saying in a slurred, sweet voice, "I didn't expect you... little monk to be so glib... I'm almost forty, am I not old yet..."
Xu Zhu could now move his hands, and the desire he had suppressed for so long could finally be released. He held Dao Baifeng's extremely smooth, pear blossom-like cheeks in his hands as if holding a treasure, and said in a trembling voice, "Your Highness is of noble birth... how dare this humble monk speak nonsense..."
He leaned in and kissed Dao Baifeng's delicate, fair cheeks with a somewhat clumsy but forceful kiss. He also licked Dao Baifeng's round, fragrant chin with his thick tongue.
Dao Baifeng's slender and graceful body nestled softly against Xu Zhu's chest. She wasn't truly interested in intimacy with him, and felt a certain resistance to his clumsy and rough kisses. She couldn't believe that someone of her noble status as a princess would be so brazenly taken advantage of by this young monk. However, her desire to retaliate against the Prince of Zhennan made her submissive and endure it.
Her left hand drooped down, pressing against her thigh and grasping the prominent bulge in Xu Zhu's monk's robe. Both she and Xu Zhu were startled. Dao Baifeng's heart trembled; she realized her hand could barely grasp it, its massive member much larger than usual.
Xu Zhu's heart also pounded; his manhood was being held by the princess's slender fingers, and he couldn't help but tremble. Dao Baifeng's fingers moved, kneading Xu Zhu's thick penis through the rough monk's robe, and she too felt a surge of lust. A seductive moan escaped her red lips.
With a soft "Mmm...", thin lips parted and kissed Xu Zhu's busy mouth. Xu Zhu boldly inserted his tongue into her fragrant, smooth mouth, stirring it around. His hands, unable to restrain themselves, tightly embraced the princess's slender, soft waist, kneading it.
Dao Baifeng released Xu Zhu's penis with her left hand, her slender fingers gently flicking, already untying the knot of her Taoist robe, parting the wide collar downwards, revealing most of her full, high breasts. She grabbed Xu Zhu's large hand that was rubbing her waist and pressed it against her heaving breasts.
This was the first time Xu Zhu had been so close to a woman. He felt that the princess's breasts were round and full under his palm, the skin extremely smooth to the touch. The pointed nipples on her high breasts had already become somewhat hard and trembled slightly with the rise and fall of her chest.
He couldn't help but use his large hands to forcefully grasp and knead those firm, smooth breasts. "Ah..." Dao Baifeng couldn't help but moan softly at Xu Zhu's rough actions. She gently grasped Xu Zhu's hand and scolded him in a soft, coquettish voice, "Little monk... don't be so impatient... wouldn't it be better to be gentler..." Just as Xu Zhu was about to speak, he suddenly heard someone calling from afar outside the wooden house. "Mother... Mother... where are you..." "Your Highness... Your Highness..." It turned out to be Duan Yu and the guards of the Prince's mansion. They had come looking for him after Xu Zhu had chased after them without receiving a response.
Xu Zhu hurriedly said, "This... what should we do..." Dao Baifeng's desire was growing stronger at this moment, and her long-awaited place was now completely wet. She whispered, "Let's go...we won't see them..." Xu Zhu looked around anxiously, "There's no way out here..." Dao Baifeng, however, remained unhurried, gently stroking Xu Zhu's face with her smooth hand, her voice still intoxicatingly sweet, "Silly boy...little monk, pick me up, I have a way."
Xu Zhu obediently and hurriedly picked up Dao Baifeng. Dao Baifeng flicked her slender finger, pointing to a wooden niche on the wall, "Go there..." Xu Zhu carried the princess quickly to the niche, where Dao Baifeng reached behind the wooden statue of Laozi and groped around.
"Crack..." A sound rang out, and a large hole opened up beneath their feet, with countless stone steps winding down. Dao Baifeng whispered, "Let's go down." Just then, Duan Yu and the others were already outside the wooden house, still calling out.
Xu Zhu quickly carried the princess down the stone steps. Dao Baifeng waved her hand lightly, twisted the stone wall beside her, and with a "crack," the floor above their heads returned to its original state. The sounds outside could no longer be heard.
In the darkness, a soft "hiss" was heard as Dao Baifeng lit a tinderbox. Using the dim light, Xu Zhu continued down the stone steps. The steps twisted and turned, and after a short while, they reached a wide stone door. Dao Baifeng reached out and turned a stone wall, and the door creaked open. Stepping inside, the space opened up, and the faint sound of water could be heard.
Dao Baifeng waved her hand forward, sending the tinderbox flying. Xu Zhu felt a sudden burst of light; the tinderbox had ignited several large candles, instantly illuminating the cave walls.
Dao Baifeng rested her head on Xu Zhu's shoulder, her breath soft and sweet, saying, "Little monk, no one will come here again. Even my unfaithful lover doesn't know where I hide underground..." At this point, a bitter feeling welled up in her heart. Xu Zhu looked around and saw that the stone cave was half natural and half man-made. The spacious and huge hall was decorated very carefully, which was completely different from the small wooden house above. "Little monk... what are you standing there for..." Dao Baifeng said affectionately, her smooth, slender tongue licking Xu Zhu's earlobe. Xu Zhu's desire surged again at her touch. He held the princess's soft, delicate, and fragrant body, murmuring, "Female Bodhisattva... I... I..." Dao Baifeng smiled sweetly, "Carry me to that soft couch over there..."
Chapter Four (First Experience of Love)
Xu Zhu, carrying the beautiful woman, walked to an extremely large, thick, soft couch. It was covered with luxurious silk satin he had never seen before. He was about to gently put the princess down when she suddenly struggled, jumping out of his arms and pushing herself onto the couch. Xu Zhu hurriedly said, "This humble monk's clothes are coarse and dirty; they will soil the princess's bed..."
Dao Baifeng leaped lightly onto Xu Zhu, smiling charmingly, "Your clothes are dirty; you can take them off." "Come on..." Before she could finish speaking, she had already reached out with lightning speed, unbuttoning Xu Zhu's loose monk's robe, instantly revealing his broad and muscular chest. Xu Zhu's face flushed instantly; he had never been naked in front of a woman before, and he hurriedly said, "This... female bodhisattva... this humble monk..."
Princess Dao Baifeng extended her fragrant lips and gently kissed Xu Zhu's eyes and nose, her eyes captivating as she said in a sweet, seductive voice, "Since you call me a female bodhisattva, then... then today I will perform a ritual to help you pass on to the afterlife..." She nodded slightly. She opened her lips and kissed Xu Zhu's thick lips, her fragrant, slender tongue exploring his mouth. With a flick of her left hand, she parted the collar of her wide Taoist robe, revealing her fair, smooth shoulders and a pair of trembling, full breasts. Then, her soft, boneless hands deftly untied Xu Zhu's belt and slipped into his crotch, grasping his unusually large penis.
Xu Zhu responded by awkwardly licking her sweet tongue. He felt Dao Baifeng's full, round breasts pressing tightly against his burning chest. Even more intense was the sight of Dao Baifeng's soft, delicate hand, its fingers slightly spread, tightly encircling his hard, thick, and powerful member, moving it up and down rhythmically.
He suddenly felt his breath surging, and an unnamed surge of desire welled up in his lower abdomen. Involuntarily, his hands wandered over the princess's smooth and tender shoulders, and then slid down to grasp and knead her firm and full breasts.

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